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Hip hop hooray ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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You drew a picture of my morning |
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But you couldn't make my day, hey |
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I'm rockin' and you're yawning |
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But you never look my way, hey |
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I'm lickin' down you darlin' |
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In every single way, hey |
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Your funny flow is foreign |
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And a Green Card's on the way |
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This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo |
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But watch your Head & Shoulders |
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Brother older bold enough to fold ya I told ya |
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A raid afraid of what I made of played |
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Plus a funky fit so save ya flips |
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Plus tricks for that music in the monkey bit |
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Triggas from the grill town ill town some ask how it feels now |
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The deal is that we're real so we're still around |
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Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome |
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Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' 'cause I'm vampin' |
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I live and die for hip hop |
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This is hip hop for today |
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I give props to hip hop |
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So hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground |
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Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no |
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I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons |
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Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' |
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You said, "I know you're Mr. O P P man" |
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Yo PP Man won't only see me man |
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You should've known when I hid in the step |
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There I was waited a bit and I consider the rep heck |
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I did your partner 'cause she's hot as a baker |
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'Cause I'm Naughty By Nature not 'cause I hate cha |
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You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart |
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And forgot that I forgave ya when you had a spark |
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You try to act like something really big is missing |
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Even though my name's Graffiti written on your kitten |
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I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way |
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Let's start a family today |
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Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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Hip hop hip hip hop hip hip hop hooray |
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There's many hungry hip hoppers |
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One reason hip hop's tip top today |
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'Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin' no crops |
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But still grownin' ever day |
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Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found |
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From the underground town down the hill |
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Feel how ill town drown smiles to frowns |
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Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found |
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Don't know me don't come around |
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Tippy tippy pause, tippy tippy pause |
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Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up |
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Your style is older than Lou Rawls |
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Peace to this one and that one and them |
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That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend |
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Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Loose Lewis |
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You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us |
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Some kitty purr I call 'em sir too looking for her crew |
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Any trick that this gets a curfew |
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I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof |
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My problem solvers name is Mook |
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I hittin' woodys in a hoody, peace to Jesette, Joete, Jo Jo, Gene |
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And every hood gee, that's right my fight is ill |
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Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and quest, nice and smooth and Cypress Hill |
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I live and die for hip hop, this is hip hop of today |
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I give props to hip hop |
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So hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho |
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Smooth it out now |
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Now |
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Now |
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Now |
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